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Title Poet
Written for my Son ... upon his Master's First Bringing in..
OUR master, in a fatal hour,
Brought in this Rod, to shew his pow'r.
Mary Barber poet by Mary Barber
on 5/8/2001
Written For My Son In His Sickness, To One Of His School f..
I little thought that honest Dick
Would slight me so, when I was sick.
Mary Barber poet by Mary Barber
on 4/20/2010
Written For My Son To His Master, On The Anniversary Of Th..
Is what we owe great William then
Forgotten by ungrateful Men?
Mary Barber poet by Mary Barber
on 4/20/2010
Written For My Son, And Spoken By Him, At A public Examina..
To you, Athenians, we again submit;
Reward, or punish us, as you think fit.
Mary Barber poet by Mary Barber
on 4/20/2010
Written For My Son, In A Bible Which Was Presented To Him.
Welcome, thou sacred, solemn Guest,
Who com'st to guide me to the Blest.
Mary Barber poet by Mary Barber
on 4/20/2010
Written For My Son, To Mr. Barry;
Since Phoebus makes your Verse divine,
Since the God glows in ev'ry Line;
Mary Barber poet by Mary Barber
on 4/20/2010
Written For My Son, To Some Of The Fellows Of The College,
We of late had a terrible Rout in our House;
If I happen'd to speak, I was sure of a Souse.
Mary Barber poet by Mary Barber
on 4/20/2010
Written For My Son, Upon Lady Santry's Coming To School, T..
So Ceres, lovely and divine,
Eager to see her Proserpine,
Mary Barber poet by Mary Barber
on 4/20/2010
Written For One In Sore Pain
Shepherd, on before thy sheep,
Hear thy lamb that bleats behind!
George MacDonald poet by George MacDonald
on 4/9/2010
Written From Dublin, To A Lady In The Country.
A wretch, in smoaky Dublin pent,
Who rarely sees the Firmament,
Mary Barber poet by Mary Barber
on 4/20/2010
Written in 1834
Well, when her day is over, be it said
That, though a speck on the terrestrial globe,
Samuel Rogers poet by Samuel Rogers
on 9/3/2010
Written In A Blank Leaf Of Macpherson's Ossian
OFT have I caught, upon a fitful breeze,
Fragments of far-off melodies,
William Wordsworth poet by William Wordsworth
on 4/5/2010
Written in a Collection of Bacchanalian Songs
Adieu, ye jovial Youths! who join
To plunge old Care in floods of wine;
William Shenstone poet by William Shenstone
on 4/19/2010
Written in a Copy of 'Yesterday'
Thoughts are apples on the tree,
Not meant for anyone in particular,
Hugo von Hofmannsthal poet by Hugo von Hofmannsthal
on 5/3/2012
Written In A Country Churchyard
Oh! how I hate the cumbrous pride
Of plume and pall and scutcheon'd hearse,
John Kenyon poet by John Kenyon
on 10/12/2010
Written In A Diary
They who go down to the relentless deep,
After long horrible death of cold and drought
Frances Anne Kemble poet by Frances Anne Kemble
on 9/6/2010
Written In A Fit Of Illness. R. S. S.
In these sad hours, a prey to ceaseless pain,
While feverish pulses leap in every vein,
William Cowper poet by William Cowper
on 4/13/2010
Written in a Flower Book, of my own Colouring, designed fo..
Debitae nymphis opifex coronae.-Hor.
Imitation.
William Shenstone poet by William Shenstone
on 4/19/2010
Written in a Lady's Album
Grant me, I cried, some spell of art,
To turn with all a lover's care,
Joseph Rodman Drake poet by Joseph Rodman Drake
on 1/3/2003
Written In A Quarrel
Think, Delia, with what cruel haste
Our fleeting pleasures move,
William Cowper poet by William Cowper
on 4/13/2010
Written In A Seat At Stoke Park,
Not with more joy from the loud tempest's roar,
The dangerous billow, and more dangerous shore,
Henry James Pye poet by Henry James Pye
on 9/27/2010
Written in a Volume of the Comtesse de Noailles
Be my companion under cool arcades
That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square
Alan Seeger poet by Alan Seeger
on 1/1/2004
Written In A Young Lady's Album
Sweet friend, the world, like some fair infant blessed,
Radiant with sportive grace, around thee plays;
Friedrich Schiller poet by Friedrich Schiller
on 1/1/2004
Written In An Ovid
Ovid is the surest guide
You can name to show the way
Matthew Prior poet by Matthew Prior
on 4/19/2010
Written In Australia
THE WIDE sun stares without a cloud:
Whipped by his glances truculent
Arthur Henry Adams poet by Arthur Henry Adams
on 1/1/2004
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